AH, WILDERNESS !
MILLER (outraged}. Well, Pll be eternally------
(Then suddenly he laughs!) No use talking, you cer-
tainly take the cake ! But you know darned well I
told you I'm not coming home to supper to-night. I've
got a date with Jack Lawson that may mean a lot of new
advertising and it's important.
MRS. MILLER. Then you can see him when you do
come home.
MILLER (covering his evident relief at this respite with a
fuming manner). All right 1 All right ! I give up !
I'm going back to the office. (He starts for the front
parlour?) Bring a man all the way back here on a busy
day and then you------ No consideration------
(He disappear^ and a moment later the front door
is heard shutting behind him.')
MRS. MILLER. Well ! I never saw Nat so bad-
tempered.
SID (with a chuckle). Bad temper, nothing. He's so
tickled to get out of it for a while he can't see straight !
MRS. MILLER (with a sniff). I hope I know him better
than you. (Then fussing about the room, setting this and
that in place, while Sid yawns drowsily and blinks his eyes?)
Sleeping like a baby—so innocent-looking. You'd think
butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. It all goes to show
you never can tell by appearances—not even when it's
your own child. The idea !
SID (drowsily). Oh, Dick's all right, Essie. Stop
worrying.
MRS. MILLER (with a sniff). Of course, you'd say that.
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